I Don’t Believe in Ghosts, But I Make a Living by Exorcising Them! - Chapter 79

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I Don’t Believe in Ghosts, But I Make a Living Through Exorcism! Episode 079

 

“Grace said she wanted to promote my exorcism business to other young ladies.”

 

“Wait, don’t tell me you said you’d go?”

 

“Of course. I’ve been wanting to enter high society anyway, so it’s a perfect opportunity.”

 

“You want to… enter high society?”

 

Rudian looked at me with a completely shocked expression.

 

“Yes, I want to enter high society.”

 

“Why on earth would you…”

 

Good question.

 

I never thought I’d have such thoughts either.

 

But I’ve ended up liking Harman, so what can I do? It’s not like I can just fold up feelings that have already developed.

 

Since things had come to this, I was planning to see it through to the end.

 

‘I have to try everything I can, don’t I?’

 

Though I don’t actually know if Harman has any romantic interest in me.

 

And I couldn’t tell Rudian the truth about this.

 

When I suddenly said I wanted to enter high society, Rudian couldn’t recover from her shock for quite a while.

 

‘That makes sense. Rudian is someone who used to say tea time was a waste of time and wouldn’t go.’

 

No, maybe she actually wanted to go, but had been trying to think that way ever since she stopped getting invited.

 

Didn’t she make an incredibly bitter expression when tea time came up in conversation before?

 

But I wasn’t certain.

 

I asked, pretending not to know.

 

“Would you like to come too, Count?”

 

“Wh-what?!”

 

Her head, which had been gradually drooping like ripe grain, suddenly shot up. I had only asked casually, but her face was completely flushed.

 

“You’re my one and only friend, Count, so if I ask if we can go together, they’ll gladly allow it.”

 

“…Friend?”

 

“Yes, friend.”

 

Rudian was actually more like an older sister than a friend.

 

She seemed dignified and reliable on the outside, but when it was just the two of us, she was like a sister with some foolish aspects.

 

Rudian seemed confused and muttered quietly.

 

“Tea time is… just going there to ramble about useless things… a waste of time…”

 

“Well, it is the day after tomorrow, so it would be difficult to prepare, wouldn’t it? I guess I should just go alone-”

 

“N-no! Fine, ask them!”

 

I looked at my arm that had been grabbed and smirked.

 

Acting coy when she wants to go.

 

* * *

 

I knew that not only Grace, but most of the young ladies coming to the tea time would be reluctant about Rudian.

 

So I wrote a detailed sob story in the letter I was sending to Grace.

 

[Count Helkene is like a benefactor to me.

 

She’s someone who always helps me wholeheartedly.

 

But I heard that Count Helkene’s way of expressing herself is a bit rough, so she’s made several young ladies sad.

 

She’s actually someone with a very tender heart, but it seems she’s being misunderstood, which weighs on my mind.

 

Would it be alright if I accompanied Count Helkene to this tea party?

 

She won’t speak as roughly as before. I’ll be by her side too.]

 

Let’s touch her emotions and evoke sympathy!

 

That was my strategy.

 

The result was successful.

 

[My goodness, the Count had such a story…!]

 

Seeing that there was even a teardrop dotted on it, Grace must have deeply empathized with Rudian’s situation.

 

‘I’m sorry, tender-hearted Rudian.’

 

If I didn’t do this, Grace would have been in a difficult position.

 

I looked wistfully at Rudian, who knew nothing.

 

In just a few hours, they had become quite close – Rudian was playing with Bokdeungi, shaking a toy with a bell.

 

“Count, they said you can come to the tea party with me.”

 

“…Really?”

 

Jingle – the bell sound stopped.

 

Bokdeungi barked “Woof!” from the side as if asking why she stopped, but Rudian remained frozen, her lower lip trembling.

 

It was impressive how she never shed tears even when all her emotions were clearly showing on her face.

 

“Miss Siena, the tea party is the day after tomorrow, wasn’t it?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Then I’ll impose on you for a few days.”

 

“Yes, please do… what?”

 

You’re suddenly staying at my estate?

 

“I happen to have no scheduled appointments this week. Perfect timing. I can even oversee the servant interviews.”

 

“Count, I have a packed schedule starting tomorrow.”

 

Moreover, I absolutely had to visit the Monteville Ducal Estate for an investigation within this week.

 

‘I was worried the contract might fall through since Harman believed me when I said there were no ghosts.’

 

Things ended well with Harman.

 

As written in the contract, I would visit the Monteville Ducal Estate once a week and pretend to perform exorcisms.

 

Even if Harman believed what I said, the servants at the ducal estate still thought there were ghosts.

 

Moreover, in the original story, he was someone who went mad when the estate he loved crumbled.

 

It wasn’t a matter of whether ghosts existed or not – estate repairs were the priority.

 

It might be better to call an interior design expert instead of me, but he wanted me to continue looking after the estate.

 

‘Well, an interior design expert might recommend completely tearing down the estate.’

 

Since I just point out things that need immediate repair, I might be more necessary to Harman.

 

Anyway, so staying at the estate would be a bit problematic.

 

“There’s my exorcism schedule, and as you know, the day after tomorrow is the tea party, plus I need to visit the Monteville Ducal Estate.”

 

“I know.”

 

“Pardon?”

 

“I said I know. And I have no schedule at all.”

 

She was already stubborn before, but now she really wouldn’t listen to reason. How frustrating-

 

Ah! I thought of one method.

 

“Count, but what should we do about this? The estate has many empty rooms, but there isn’t a single room with furniture. It’s really such a shame.”

 

But Rudian seemed calm, as if she had already finished thinking everything through.

 

“I sent a letter to my butler. Told him to send furniture I can use immediately.”

 

“What?”

 

Wait, when did you send a letter?

 

“And soon, the servants I recommended will come for interviews.”

 

“…”

 

“When you’re away from the estate, Bokdeungi will be bored, so I, who happens to have free time, will play with him. That works, doesn’t it?”

 

“That’s… very good.”

 

It was too sweet an offer to refuse.

 

…Actually, Bokdeungi’s energy had become impossible for me to handle anymore.

 

“Then while you’re staying here, Count, Sir Zeros can guard you.”

 

Sir Zeros, who had been quietly listening, visibly brightened.

 

“What? That won’t do. Right now, Sir Zeros is Miss Siena’s guard knight.”

 

He darkened again.

 

“Then will more knights come to guard you, Count?”

 

“No. No one knows I came here anyway, and I’m not going anywhere, so there’s no need to bring in more knights. I should tell them all to take the vacation they’ve been putting off.”

 

“But Count, what about clothes for you to wear while staying here…”

 

“Oh, right. I told the butler to send various items I’ll need tomorrow.”

 

“What about… the clothes you’ll wear to sleep tonight?”

 

Don’t tell me she’s planning to sleep in that uniform she’s wearing right now?

 

When I looked at her with suspicious eyes, Rudian frowned.

 

“Of course you have to give me pajamas to wear tonight, Miss Siena.”

 

“What?!”

 

And so Rudian settled into my estate as if she had been waiting for this moment.

 

Even going so far as to steal my bear pajamas.

 

* * *

 

“Have a safe trip, Miss Siena.”

 

“Woof! Woof woof!”

 

Just yesterday, weren’t they glaring at each other and being wary?

 

Why did they become so close?

 

I took in the sight of Rudian and Bella seeing me off, along with Bokdeungi wagging his tail frantically, as I got into the carriage.

 

Honestly, having Rudian stay at my estate turned out to be better than I thought.

 

Rudian not only played with Bokdeungi but also furnished her room with new furniture, and even the rooms for the servants who would arrive soon.

 

Except for stealing my bear pajamas.

 

‘…Couldn’t she just ask the butler to send pajamas too?’

 

Strange.

 

As I was puzzling over this, around the time the carriage started rattling, I pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from my pocket.

 

It was the exorcism request I had organized last night.

 

[Request: Husband Possessed by a Ghost

 

– My husband has been staring blankly into empty air at home lately

 

– When I went to his shop, the door was closed and my husband was nowhere to be seen

 

– When I asked what was going on, my husband said that a ghost had actually attached itself to him, and if he didn’t do what the ghost told him to do, he would suffer terribly as if he were dying, so he had no choice but to close the shop to follow the ghost’s orders]

 

“The content was asking whether a ghost really was attached to her husband, and if so, whether I could exorcise it.”

 

It was very similar to the situation with Marquis Fainen, who claimed a ghost was attached to him.

 

“It should be easily resolved just by revealing that I’m an exorcist and getting close to the client’s husband.”

 

I chose this case as the start of my exorcism requests because it seemed easy.

 

Since it had been a while since I worked, I thought I’d start with something familiar just in case.

 

But…

 

“Why is the shop door closed again today?”

 

Something felt strange even before the carriage stopped!

 

“Didn’t they say he went to work today?”

 

“Exactly!”

 

The letter clearly stated that the ghost had been quiet lately and he was diligently going to work!

 

Clank, I shook the innocent lock back and forth. But that didn’t make the firmly closed door open.

 

As I stood there feeling deflated, someone peered at me from the side.

 

“Are you perhaps a customer?”

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